Her children rose up, and called her blessed: her husband, and he praised her.
My mother loved my bride from their first meeting. They enjoyed shopping together, and my bride was the daughter she never had. My mother died on Easter Sunday 1984. She never saw, in this life, her grandchildren. My bride and I were married for eight years before our twin boys appeared. We were afraid we were never going to have children. When they were born, I was 34 and my bride was 33. After we brought the boys home, my initial thought was: “What’s next”? After being married for such a long time as a childless couple, I was concerned that perhaps parenthood would prove a challenge we were ill-prepared to meet. Fortunately my bride, from the outset, proved herself a superb mother.
Changing endless diapers and making endless bottles of formula she did like a pro, as if her entire life had been preparation for these tasks. When the toddler stage entered, she was constantly on the go, chasing after two inquisitive little boys who could cover a great deal of distance in a small amount of time. I helped as much as I could, but the law mines often meant that for large portions of the week my bride was on her own. This was especially a challenge with Larry as he always ranked among the boldest of spirits. One morning my bride took the boys to Renfrew Park a few blocks from our home. Toddler Larry loved that park. He loved it so much that during the afternoon he slipped from the house and began a toddler trek to the Park. My bride was frantic until a policeman returned Larry to our house safe and sound to the vast relief of Mom.
The boys were both late talkers and thus my bride began her relationship with various governmental “helping” agencies, who soon decided that something was wrong with both boys. Well, they were half right: Larry it turned out was autistic. He began to speak about the same time as his brother, but he would always speak with difficulty and with a limited range of words. I was crushed about this initially, alarmed for Larry’s future. My bride’s optimism never faltered. She, from their earliest days, began to teach the boys in “Mommy School”, tailoring Larry’s lessons to his abilities. She continued to do this after our kids began to attend public school, with Mommy School ending with High School. I largely attribute the academic success of our two other children to my brides’ patient instruction of them as they grew.
Our boys were joined by our baby girl three and a half years after their birth. Tending the boys while pregnant was often a challenge to my bride, especially on one interesting, that would be the word, day when I came home and was advised that the boys had displayed their artistic skill, by painting on the white walls of their room in poop. Life was rarely dull for my bride as our kids were growing! With the advent of our daughter my bride had an inquisitive, and talkative, mini-her, who for the first years of her life often would say what her Mom had said just a few minutes before, as if the words were thought up by her. Donnie quickly reacted to this little prodigy by learning a new phrase, “I scared of sister.”